Note to self: Two extra tall lattés in one day -- never a good thing.
The thing about web-journals, Blogs, diaries, whatever you choose to call them, they're often about food and/or coffee. Actually, most of them are. It's very strange:
"I just ate a pastrami sandwich. It was good. The best pastrami sandwich I've had this week, I think, maybe."
"This morning, on my way to work, I had a large cup of black coffee. It was hot. I couldn't drink it right away, so I waited until it cooled down, and then it wasn't so hot anymore, so I drank it. It was all right."
"Last night, for pudding, we had pudding."
And so on. What's this fascination with food on the Internet? Are we so self-absorbed that we think other people read the crap we post, no matter how deadly dull it is? Does anyone really care what a stranger had for breakfast this morning? Or, for that matter, how many extra tall lattés I had today?
It's like being a voyeur into the maddeningly dull bedroom of a 75-year old nun. Reality is
not entertainment.